The Bond That Consumes Us Part 13

"Get on the bed. Lie on your back."

Not wanting to look like she was rushing, Fallon stood and walked unhurried over to the bed. The hem of his tunic caressed the back of her thighs, making it feel as if Taber's fingers were teasing her there. Reaching the edge of the bed, she turned around to face him before pulling the shirt up enough to allow her to sit down on the edge and scoot her body back enough so she could lie down.

"Open the tunic wider. I want to see your b.r.e.a.s.t.s."

Parting the front of the shirt revealed her beaded nipples. She didn't dare touch them even though they were aching-not without his permission.

"Spread your legs wide. I want to see your..."

She realized he didn't know all the English slang for their s.e.x games. Closing her eyes, she said the word she wanted to hear on his lips.

"My c.u.n.t."

"Yes, I want to see your c.u.n.t. Look at me when you do it."

The way he said the word, the low ba.s.s of his voice, sent a wave of desire through her, making her p.u.s.s.y glisten with her cream. Fallon slowly opened her legs, her gaze 65 fixed on his. She watched as his breathing grew shallow, his hands balled into fists on the armrests, with each inch her legs parted.

"Wider."

She spread them until she could go no further. And then she waited. She wanted to look away, feeling very exposed to him at the moment, but she didn't. It was a heady feeling, and the pleasure she was feeling was all from Taber's reaction to her.

After a moment, his gaze shifted from her p.u.s.s.y to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and slowly back to her eyes. She could see the animalistic desire flaring in his gaze and desperately wanted it to be unleashed on her.

Taber swallowed hard, and his naked c.o.c.k flexed before he spoke next. "I want you to touch your c.u.n.t. But I don't want you to release."

"You don't want me to come."

"Yes-don't come."

f.u.c.k, she didn't know if she could prevent it. "What happens if I do?"

"You'll be punished."

The way he said the word punished, it sounded full of promise, full of pleasure.

With a sigh, she slid her hand down her stomach, through the curls that covered her p.u.s.s.y, to let a single finger circle her c.l.i.t. Damp from her cream, Fallon slicked the curls back, giving him a better view of her c.l.i.t. Careful not to concentrate her attention there completely, she moved lower and teased the wet opening of her p.u.s.s.y.

"You are so wet. Is that for me, Fallon?"

She couldn't speak, her throat so tight she had a hard time swallowing. Instead she nodded, her body now on fire. She wanted to come so badly-she was pathetically close. But she couldn't. She had to wait for Taber's command.

"I want to see just how wet. Put a finger inside your c.u.n.t."

Fallon couldn't stop the moan that burst from her as she pushed her finger inside.

The muscles clenched around her and she almost felt an o.r.g.a.s.m hit her. Gasping, she pulled her finger free and held it up for him to see.

"You're very wet. Almost too wet. Did you come?"

Not trusting her voice she shook her head. When he pushed his ma.s.sive frame from the chair and walked toward her, Fallon's body reacted, her p.u.s.s.y throbbing.

"I don't believe you," his low voice rumbled in the quiet room. "I can see you're going to require more drastic methods of control."

Taber went over to a small, black bag that she a.s.sumed held his personal belongings. She couldn't see what he was getting at first, not until he turned around and held up the security restraints.

"I have these for suspects who cause me difficulty. It lets me teach them that I am in control of their lives. I am in control, aren't I?"

She nodded her head.

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"Say it."

"You're in control!"

"Good girl. Now move back on the bed, spread your arms and legs."

Not needing to be told twice, Fallon scooted up into position. Taber moved beside the bed, taking a moment to stare at her before he moved. He gently picked up her closest arm, placing a kiss on the inside of her wrist before pressing it into the cloth restraint. He did the same with the second, this time kissing the palm of her hand. With both her hands bound together, he secured the restraint to the metal headboard.

"You need to learn that I'm the one who can give your pleasure. Never yourself unless I give you permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Louder."

"Yes."

"Good. You deserve a reward for being good."

Taber bent his head and sucked her nipple hard into his mouth. Fallon cried out, clenching her thighs together to increase the pressure on her c.l.i.t. He pulled back giving her thigh a smack. His. .h.i.t was firm, sending a burning sensation that quickly heightened her pleasure.

"Open your legs."

She imagined he used that same tone with his prisoners he interrogated when he needed information. No wonder they'd brought him here to find the killer. He was a force, totally in control, used to getting what he wanted.

And now he wanted her.

"Open your legs, Fallon. I can't have you coming."

Unable to deny him, she opened her legs wide.

"That's better." He looked down at her body, a slow smile spreading across his lips.

"You are so beautiful."

He reached up and spread her hair over the pillow, his gentle caress a contrast to the firmness of his commands. He stopped to touch her cheek, neck, caress the hollow at the base of her throat. She couldn't help but twist into his caress, needing his favor.

"Seeing you in my clothing excites me." He pushed the opening wider, exposing her belly. "But I hate to see your body covered. It's so perfect. I want to come over it."

Fallon gasped and her thighs flexed. She had to fight to keep them spread open.

"But I want you inside me," she whispered.

"And you'll have me." He flicked her nipple with his finger. "But I need to mark you somehow. Prove that you're mine. You are mine, aren't you, Fallon?"

"Yes," she moaned.

"Good."

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"Please f.u.c.k me."

"I will. And you will find your pleasure. But my way."

She shivered but nodded. How she'd grown to trust him so much in such a short period of time, she wasn't sure. But she did.

Taber bent his head down again, sucking her left nipple as he teased the right with his hand. The steady laving of his tongue over the sensitive peak was almost enough to push her into o.r.g.a.s.m. Concentrating on everything but what he was doing, she tried to win the battle over her body. When he switched sides, she almost lost.

"Can I come now please?" she cried out, her body shaking from the strain.

He lifted his head for a moment, just long enough to speak. "No."

Fallon thrashed her head from side to side, fighting to keep her lower body still.

Taber knew how close she was, lifting his head from her breast. The nipple he'd been teasing with his hand, he pinched hard enough to distract her from the overwhelming pleasure with a bit of pain.

"I said no."

"I'm sorry."

"Say my name."

"I'm sorry, Taber."

"Very good. I think you deserve a reward."

He moved his body so his head lay between her thighs. Fallon's breathing came out in gasps as she waited, needing to feel the touch of his mouth on her c.l.i.t. But when he didn't touch her right away, she moaned, bucking her hips up, pulling against the restraints.

"Patience, shallen. All in good time. I'm going to lick your c.u.n.t now. But I don't want you to come until I say. Do you understand?"

Not come! "I don't know if I can."

"Not until I say so. If you come too soon, I'll be unhappy. Do you understand?"

Somehow the threat of his being unhappy wasn't intimidating. "Okay," she muttered.

When his tongue licked some of her cream off her thigh, her body twitched.

"Lie still."

Fallon whimpered and screwed her eyes shut and tried to think of things to distract herself from what he was doing. His tongue returned to her thigh, his gentle lapping up of her cream slow and deliberate. She tried to ignore the sensations, tried to think about drink recipes, navigation charts, anything. But when he moved his tongue to her p.u.s.s.y, eating up the juices from her opening, she nearly lost control.

Taber practically purred as he swallowed every drop of her essence he could find.

Thankfully, he was careful to avoid her c.l.i.t. There wouldn't be a way she could stop herself if he touched her there.

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"You are such a good girl," he said, punctuating his words with a kiss on her p.u.s.s.y.

"I think you are ready for your reward. Do you want it?"

"Yes!"

"Do you want to come?"

"Oh f.u.c.k yes!"

"Then come for me, shallen. Scream my name."

Without further warning, Taber sucked her c.l.i.t hard into his mouth at the same time he drove a finger into her p.u.s.s.y. It only took two thrusts and her o.r.g.a.s.m exploded. She screamed his name over and over, bucking her hips, grinding her c.u.n.t against his face. He didn't stop pumping his finger into her until she begged him to stop.

"No more. Too much," she gasped.

Releasing her c.l.i.t, he licked up the freshly spilled cream from her p.u.s.s.y. Only once he was satisfied did he rise to his knees.

"Very good. You are amazing."

Her body was humming from the power of her o.r.g.a.s.m, the skin feeling like an electric current was still pa.s.sing over her. She didn't think there was anyway she'd be able to recover from that. That was until Taber positioned his c.o.c.k at her entrance.